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The Thor 2: the Dark World trailer is out today!
http://youtu.be/3bFZJ-3zNFg
Finally! A glimpse of the bestest villain evah!
Can't wait until this November!
http://youtu.be/3bFZJ-3zNFg
Finally! A glimpse of the bestest villain evah!
Can't wait until this November!
PreOrders are available for Captain Lewis' Broken Dreams
That's right! You can go to here--> Smashwords.com and for $.99 preorder
Captain Lewis' Broken Dreams
Official publishing date is 8/31 on all retailers, including Amazon, but you can only preorder at Smashwords. And if you use this coupon code NX27Z, you can get it for free! (This is my first time trying Smashwords preoder system, so the code may not work until 8/31)
Included as a sneak peek are the first 4 chapters of Dreams of the Queen, which is the next book in The Brajj Series.
Enjoy!
Captain Lewis' Broken Dreams
Official publishing date is 8/31 on all retailers, including Amazon, but you can only preorder at Smashwords. And if you use this coupon code NX27Z, you can get it for free! (This is my first time trying Smashwords preoder system, so the code may not work until 8/31)
Included as a sneak peek are the first 4 chapters of Dreams of the Queen, which is the next book in The Brajj Series.
Enjoy!
Sneak Peek Scene of Nightmares of the Queen
My rough draft of Lewis meeting up with Ta'mat again in 'Nightmares of the Queen', sequel to 'Dreams of the Queen'
Add it to your shelf! Nightmares of the Queen
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The silver-haired, pale-skinned version of Cass stood in the middle of the room, in front of the small metal table bolted to the floor. Gracefully, almost in slow motion, she looked up—no longer staring at the hidden camera—and their gazes met. "Captain Lewis." Her smile was lazy, indulgent.
Lewis hesitated for one breath before stepping into her den. The door shut behind him with a deep metal clank. He was locked in with an insane goddess until he requested otherwise. A corner of his lips twitched—to smile or to frown?—hell, at the moment even he wasn’t sure. With his hands at the small of his back, clenching his sweat-soaked beret, and his legs shoulder-width apart, he waited just inside the door.
“So good of you to come," she said.
“As if I had a choice.”
“We all have choices.”
“Do we?”
Watching him as if he might wiggle off her hook any second, she ran her fingers over her lips. “Don’t be absurd, Captain.”
“Why did you ask for me, Ta’mat?”
“Ah.” She strolled closer, head tilted slightly. “I never could fool you. Pity.”
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Mahwahahahaha!
Add it to your shelf! Nightmares of the Queen
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The silver-haired, pale-skinned version of Cass stood in the middle of the room, in front of the small metal table bolted to the floor. Gracefully, almost in slow motion, she looked up—no longer staring at the hidden camera—and their gazes met. "Captain Lewis." Her smile was lazy, indulgent.
Lewis hesitated for one breath before stepping into her den. The door shut behind him with a deep metal clank. He was locked in with an insane goddess until he requested otherwise. A corner of his lips twitched—to smile or to frown?—hell, at the moment even he wasn’t sure. With his hands at the small of his back, clenching his sweat-soaked beret, and his legs shoulder-width apart, he waited just inside the door.
“So good of you to come," she said.
“As if I had a choice.”
“We all have choices.”
“Do we?”
Watching him as if he might wiggle off her hook any second, she ran her fingers over her lips. “Don’t be absurd, Captain.”
“Why did you ask for me, Ta’mat?”
“Ah.” She strolled closer, head tilted slightly. “I never could fool you. Pity.”
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Mahwahahahaha!
A Sneak Peek of 'He Tells Me'
I’m awake before I realize I’ve been asleep. Darkness more powerful than my eyes surrounds me. I blink . . . I think. It’s difficult to tell where I end and the darkness begins. My head swims and I squint harder. There’s no grayness or fuzzy shapes to anchor my vision, just this solid lack of light pressing me to the bed.
The bed.
I’m lying on a bed, naked. I can feel the rough sheets on the skin of my back. Ugh, the scratchiness of low thread count is as much torture as the ocean of black drowning me.
And I am drowning, slowly, by increments. Each breath pulls more of the thickness into my lungs. Tissues constrict and swell. I can’t breathe! There can’t be oxygen in air, yet my suffering goes on and on and on . . .
Whimpering echoes in the dark, in my head.
Where am I!
I don’t know this place. I need light. I need air. I need—
Clawing at my throat and coughing, I roll to my side. The cover tangles my body and I kick free. Cold air slaps me as I fall over the edge of the bed and land on my hands and knees with a low groan. The floor is hard. It abuses my bare skin. Already I feel tender points where bruises will bloom.
Ignoring the pain, I crawl, scrambling, searching with one hand out for anything—a night stand, a lamp, a chair. My hand bumps a wall. My fingers jam and I hiss in pain, jerking my hand back. Tears sting my eyes. For some reason I resist crying out. It’s important to be silent. I don’t know why. Just like I don’t know where I am.
Or who I am.
Oh God.
Sitting up, I rock back on my hunches and hug myself, shaking.
Who am I?
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Just a little something I've been working on here and there. Will probably finish it late in 2014 after I have Queen 2 and FA published. This one is a very claustrophobic, 1st person, psychological thriller/mystery ala Hitchcock.
The bed.
I’m lying on a bed, naked. I can feel the rough sheets on the skin of my back. Ugh, the scratchiness of low thread count is as much torture as the ocean of black drowning me.
And I am drowning, slowly, by increments. Each breath pulls more of the thickness into my lungs. Tissues constrict and swell. I can’t breathe! There can’t be oxygen in air, yet my suffering goes on and on and on . . .
Whimpering echoes in the dark, in my head.
Where am I!
I don’t know this place. I need light. I need air. I need—
Clawing at my throat and coughing, I roll to my side. The cover tangles my body and I kick free. Cold air slaps me as I fall over the edge of the bed and land on my hands and knees with a low groan. The floor is hard. It abuses my bare skin. Already I feel tender points where bruises will bloom.
Ignoring the pain, I crawl, scrambling, searching with one hand out for anything—a night stand, a lamp, a chair. My hand bumps a wall. My fingers jam and I hiss in pain, jerking my hand back. Tears sting my eyes. For some reason I resist crying out. It’s important to be silent. I don’t know why. Just like I don’t know where I am.
Or who I am.
Oh God.
Sitting up, I rock back on my hunches and hug myself, shaking.
Who am I?
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Just a little something I've been working on here and there. Will probably finish it late in 2014 after I have Queen 2 and FA published. This one is a very claustrophobic, 1st person, psychological thriller/mystery ala Hitchcock.
